Wednesday, August 19, 2015
"Once Upon a Time . . . . "
We all have stories to tell. And most of us love to share them. Even the quick sharing of a sentence or two in the hallway is, in essence, a story. This compulsion to share, and our ability to construct a story, is part of what makes us human, some have argued. Considering this "biology" and the thousands of stories you have already told, tell us one of your favorite stories. In a quick 1-2 paragraph entry, share a story you're found of telling.
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ReplyDeleteAt the age of 7, during a hot summer day, I made my way over to my neighbor’s house to play street hockey with my friend. I decided to change it up and be the goalie for the day, as it was exciting for me to use the special stick designated for me. I continued to play with my friend, as he was more skilled at hockey than I was, until I looked up and saw that the outdoor hockey ball we were playing with was quickly headed straight towards my face. I felt a jolt of pain as I lifted my hand to cover my face. Everything was blurry, I started to aimlessly run across the street back to my house until I noticed that my glasses were broken. I removed my hand from my face to hold my glasses, only to discover that I had finally lost my two front teeth.
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ReplyDeleteI was in seventh grade when I found out my spine was starting to curve out of line. After a few doctor's visits, I was told I had developed scoliosis. When I was a sophomore in highschool, I had scoliosis spine surgery. I had two titanium rods and sixteen screws put into my back to help correct my scoliosis curvature. I had to miss almost two months of school that semester while I recovered. Not only was I upset that I couldn’t see my friends every day, I also was only able to leave my house when I went to the doctor’s office. I’m happy that I had the surgery because it relieved me from all the pain I was having. I tend to tell everyone this story just so they are aware of my situation because I do have some limitations from my surgery, and because I like to show off my scar.
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ReplyDeleteI was born in La Mesa, California premature and was small enough to fit in my dad’s hand or so I am told. Despite this I was quite a hand full and earned the nickname monkey because even before I was one I was started escaping my car seat, Causing heart palpitations by opening the car door on the freeway.Not to mention the plethora of other insane things that I am not even sure how I did them at such young age. my parents had gone through several car seats to find one that I could not get out of. since I was too young to understand the concept that I could get hurt by the things I was doing. My parents had even put a metal gate over my crib because if it was anything else I would escape. In short, I gave my parent LOTS of gray hair and anxiety.
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ReplyDeleteIt was one of the last days of school, 85° and perfect weather for a windows down ride. My friend and I were in lunch and decided to ask our moms to call us out so we could make a coffee run for us and our lunch table. We pulled out of the parking lot with every window, and the sunroof open, blasting our favorite songs. Once we got to Dunkin Donuts, we ordered 5 coffees, and we walked out with a coffee caddy plus an extra coffee. Once we got in the car I put the caddy on top of the middle council and told my friend that was in the passenger seat to hold on to it. My friend decided to take a picture and the car in front of me decided to stop suddenly, so like anyone, I slammed on the breaks and the whole coffee caddy flew into my front windshield. I pulled into a parking lot, and once we could get our laughing under control I checked out the coffee damage, and it was too much to sit in my car during the rest of the school day. I dropped my friend and the last remaining coffee off at school and headed to the nearest car wash to get the inside of my car detailed, and while waiting, I received a picture from my friend of the last coffee splattered in the school hallway. As good as a quick coffee run on a summer day sounded, in the future I think I'd prefer the good karma of staying in school.
Soccer has always been a sport I have played and enjoyed throughly. Though as I have grown older, it has become more of a serious hobby than when I was participating in tots soccer. I have always been a competitive person, even at the ripe age of 5, so much so that I hated letting people get past me so much that I would shriek at anyone bold enough to approach me. Of course, by doing such a terrifying act so young I was labeled by that parents "the screamer." Though this nickname didn't stick, my mom says that everyone was scared to play me on the field, girls and boys alike.
ReplyDeleteIn the winter of junior year, my friend that I drove to school everyday and I were walking into school through the gym doors. That day it was snowing like crazy and it was super wet on the floors and stairs inside the school from the slush outside. As we started to walk up the stairs by the gym, my friend very randomly goes, “How embarrassing would it be to trip on the stairs at school.” Exactly two seconds after she said that, by complete coincidence, I trip walking up the stairs and hit my nose on the corner of the cement stair. I hit my nose so hard that I didn’t feel it at all and I didn’t realize how bad it actually was. My friend brought me straight to the nurse's office but it was during passing period so of course, everyone was staring at me because as my friend describes it, “It looks like I murdered someone from all the blood.” So my mom picked me up, took me to the hospital, and I got my nose glued and stitched back together. That is how I broke my only bone.
ReplyDeleteEver since I was 5 years old, I have been traveling to the Bahamas. We always go to the Atlantis Paradise Island Resort which is by far the most entertaining place that I have ever been. Each year I would go on every single waterslide except for one, the Leap of Faith. The Leap of Faith has a near vertical 60 foot drop that leads into a shark tank. I have attempted to go down it, but each time I have chickened out. However, this past June I went to the Bahamas with my friend and she convinced me to do it. So, on the first day of the trip I knew I had to get it out of the way. I climbed up the countless stairs to the slide and got in line. My heart began to race and I got a nervous feeling in my stomach, but I knew I couldn’t back out again. When it was time, I sat and the top of the slide and reluctantly pulled myself down. Despite the fact that I screamed louder than ever before, I actually really enjoyed it. I couldn’t believe that I was so afraid of something that was actually really fun.
ReplyDeleteFirst semester of senior year, it was yet another dreadful monday morning. I was walking into school for first hour from the parking lot. My friend was talking to me about how she had four tests that day. I told her how awful that sounds and how I really didn’t have that much going on. She then says to me, “Wow, you’re so lucky”. As she was saying that, I look down to find a $100 bill lying on the ground of the parking lot. Completely flabbergasted, I pick it up thinking it was fake and what do you know, it was real. I guess you could say that regular dreadful monday turned out to not be that bad.
ReplyDeleteOnce upon a time I visited my dream college, Indiana University, with my two best friends. We took a coach bus down that was from Woodfield mall to on campus at Indiana. My friends and I were bursting at the seems with excitement. Our whole weekend was planned out. We were staying with my friend Patrick's sisters apartment and we were going to go to a tailgate and football game. I was beyond excited because this was going to the first college football game I've ever been to. When we arrive we get ready for the game. We put all of our Indiana gear on and get ready to walk to the game. The campus is beautiful. The trees were just turning brown and yellow and red, and the architecture was elegant. We finally got to the stadium and began playing corn hole and eating brats. Patrick's sister got us great seats as we were right in the middle of the stadium. We saw the Hoosiers play the Michigan Wolverines. The game went into double overtime, and even though Indiana lost, it was still an amazing game. This amazing experience at Indiana University made me love the college even more.
ReplyDeleteNovember of junior year I started talking to a guy on Meetme, Shane. We talked for about a month and finally met in December. I think that was the first time I wasn’t worried or nervous about meeting someone. We ended up walking around the mall for an hour, and spent the rest of the time sitting around the stores and talking. That night, after he drove me home, I lost my phone in my yard and couldn’t find it; Lucky he stopped a few houses down, so I went up to his car and asked him if he could help find it. It was right in front of me the whole time…. He thought I lost it on purpose just to get him back there for a couple more minutes, which led to an awkward hug on his end. A couple days later we had our first date, and I awkwardly asked to make it official. We’ve been together for a little over a year now, and we just got matching tattoos a week ago, which is pretty awesome. Currently I’m a senior and he’s a sophomore in college and with the two year age difference we really are perfect for each other.
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ReplyDeleteOnce upon a time, I was getting ready for what I thought was going to be an average day of school. The day started normally just as any school day would. The day was dragging on and it was only 4th period. During my 4th period pre-calc class, we were mid problem, and the announcement noise toned. Everyone instantly stopped conversation and looked around in confusion. Mr McWilliams, sounding panicked, announced to the school “We are on a hard lockdown!”. Everyones faces dropped and some students began to question if it were a drill or not. Our teacher quickly took action, went out the door, and locked it from the outside. She told us to line up against a wall where a person looking from the outside wouldn’t be able to see us. After many minutes in silence passed. Some students, including myself, began to receive texts saying there was an armed gunman in the school. After hearing that, a handful of students began to tear up and quickly contacted their families. Finally the tone sounded again and McWilliams announced the lockdown was lifted. Many of the students, including me, knew the kid who brought the gun and it was shocking to all of us. I learned a lesson that day that, nowhere is completely safe and people aren’t always as they seem.
ReplyDeleteI was walking through the woods on a family trip and we decided to camp out in the middle of the woods with all these trees around us so that we were able to cut branches down and use them for firewood. I was a little sketched out when the sun started to go down. I started to hear things in the distance like howling, even that ruffling sound in the bushes. I tried to ignore it but it just kept going on and on through the night. A few nights went by and on the last night of our family camping trip it was a night where there was a full moon. My family and I played campfire games that night. After awhile we all decided to go to bed, the noises didn’t stop though. That night i heard footsteps around the campsite. I decided to go outside and look, I brought a lantern with me so that i would be able to see if anything was actually out there. Little did I know there was a grizzly bear camping out by the fire.
ReplyDeleteOnce upon a time I was a little eight year old who stepped on the varsity softball field for the first time at the Field of Dreams. As an aspiring softball player in the town of Barrington playing on the varsity field brings nothing but excitement. That year (2005) the softball program brought home another state trophy. I was in awe. I wanted to ride the fire truck through Barrington with a state medal around my neck. My eight year old self made the goal to get to state.
ReplyDeleteFast forward to the year of 2015 and I am the starting second basemen playing on the same field I first stepped onto when I was eight years old, but this time with a chance to go down state. It is the bottom of the seventh inning, two outs, runner on first, and the game is our favor. The girl from the other team hits a dribbler to first base. Julie Magro steps on first base and I am immediately drowned with a flood of emotions as we dog pile around the pitcher's mound. I could finally say with confidence and a smile on my face that I would be continuing the Barrington softball tradition and heading to East Peoria for the state finals.
For my sister’s fourteenth birthday, which was in 2014, my father bought her, himself and I go karting tickets as her birthday present; as she enjoyed to play Mario Kart with us. I was at first a bit resentful to the idea because I did not feel like I would do any good, but then again I would be competing against my father and sister.
ReplyDeleteI ended up completing the course faster than both of them and most other people there. My sister blamed the slowpoke in front of her, and my father blamed it on the performance of his go kart. I guess Top Gear (TV show) did teach me something about racing afterall.
My sister really enjoyed her birthday present and I enjoyed helping make her birthday memorable, and well, beating her and rubbing it her face later.
Mom do I really have to go? Can I just stay home with friends? These were the thoughts running through my head when my mom told me that we were going to Texas to visit colleges for my twin sister. I had no interest in Texas as I had already set my mind on applying to U-W Madison, my dream school. Next thing I know I was on a plane heading to Dallas to check out SMU, TCU, and Baylor. My mom and my sister were ecstatic to visit these colleges while I was just going to enjoy the weather. After our first visit at SMU my hypothesis was correct, these schools just don’t fit for me. The very next day we drove two hours to Waco to take a tour of the Baptist college Baylor. It surprisingly caught my eye and for a glimpse moment I could see them being a contender for the next four years of my life. It wasn’t until we made our last stop in Fort Worth where I knew that I just found my home for the next four years. Texas Christian University or TCU instantly grabbed my attention. The small college atmosphere with the big D1 sports was something that I fell in love with. You never know what you are going to like or dislike into you give it a shot. I never would have expected myself to enjoy any of these colleges but it proves the cliche that you can’t judge a book by its cover.
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ReplyDeleteOnce upon a time I thought I had my future all planned out. I never thought that one simple day could change my whole entire life. It was the day I took my first dance lesson, but when I got to the studio this was not an ordinary dance class, it was not a tap or ballet class, it was what was called ballroom dancing. Something I have never heard about. I walk in to this studio to find huge dance floor that was empty. The receptionist greeted me and seemed super excited for me to start. Telling me “you will love it’’. I thought nothing of it. She says wait here and your instructor will be right out. My heart was beating super fast, I was so worried because I have never danced in my whole life. I had no idea what I was getting into. Then my instructor walks in saying ‘’hello my name is Roberto’’ , he then takes my hand and leads me on the dance floor. He starts to teach my basic steps to what he called a waltz. Then he tells me to hold his hands and follow my lead. I was stunned, I then remembered seeing waltzes in weddings and some movies. When we began dancing it felt like a dream. We were both gliding across the dance floor in no time. Then he teaches basic steps for rumba, and swing and tango. I truly could not believe what I was learning. I had no idea or have ever seen this type of dancing, but I truly loved it! We talked it over and decided to do some more lessons just for fun, but as the lessons go on I found it much more than fun it started to be my passion. It turned into my sport and something I want to do the rest of my life.
ReplyDeleteIt was the last day of Junior year. There were five minutes left until the last final, and I decided to go to the bathroom. When I went to go wash my hands I realized I had missed the urinal. I had covered my pants from my crotch to my knee. I am luckily the only person who can’t get embarrassed. I had to show my friends as soon as it happened. The only bad part about it all is that the final I had was for a class with a cute girl in it.
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ReplyDeleteOver winter break on Christmas Eve, my family and I went to church for a special Christmas service. We usually don’t go on Christmas and Christmas Eve, but that day we decided to. We walked into our church and there were many people who greeted us. It was a lot busier than I thought it was going to be. We made way towards the front and sat down before the service started. I had just learned that our old pastor retired, so we have a substitute for the time being. When the service started it was a little different from what we were all used to, but it was going well. At the end of church we all had little individual candles to light. As we lit them the lights were turned off and it was very cool to see everyone with their own light. I looked over at my sister and at that moment she accidentally dropped her candle on part of the hymnal and it started to smoke. We quickly blew it out and managed from keeping it from starting on fire. I relit her candle but then we both started laughing. And once we start we can't stop. We were laughing until the service was over.
A few years back, my family and I took a trip to Paris, France. It was the first time I had ever been Europe, or even out of the country. We got on the plane on a warm summer night, and the adventure began. By the time we arrived in France, it was late morning. We were all jet-lagged but determined to adjust to the new time zone. So the first thing we did was take a leisurely boat tour, on which the whole family dozed off at one point or another. We took the rest of the day easy, ate some crepes and sat on the huge lawn in front of Eiffel Tower. Within the next few days, we went to all the major attractions including: the Louvre, the Arc de Triumph, and the Palace of Versailles. I will always remember this trip as one of the coolest experiences of my life. I learned a lot about the differences in culture around the world and if I had the chance to visit again, I would do so in a heartbeat.
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ReplyDeleteSo I believe myself to be a pretty good driver, even if there is evidence against that. The evidence would be that the summer between Sophomore and Junior year I may or may not have gotten into a car accident. Or two. Within a week of each other. Allow me to clarify. The first accident I bumped into someone in slow traffic and we pulled over. Then an entire family got out of this very small car, kinda like a clown car. Turns out it was a family going to the daughter’s graduation and she was one of the people in the car. Another family came and picked her up, the grandfather (who was driving) and the father stayed behind to explain the situation to the cop who came. I admitted it was my fault and got a ticket that became my acting license. The court date is next month, I get into the second car crash next week.
The second car crash is another story. I’m on route 14 driving towards Barrington, like the Mcdonalds and Jiffy Lube area. There’s a car driving across 14 on Cuba and he passes the first two lanes that lead out of town and goes into the divider. I see this and, already going under the speed limit, I know he doesn’t have room to try to cross and he had slowed down so this shouldn’t have been an accident. He then starts speeding up to get across the two lanes going into town and I immediately start hitting my brakes. I see the car getting closer and closer and as I hit the back right tire I say out loud, “What the f-” and then the airbag hits my chin. Time seemed to slow down and I see the other car I hit, which was a sprinter van, spinning mid air, not touching the ground at all. It does 1 1/2 revolutions and hits the hood of the car waiting at the other stop sign. It then rolls off the that car and sits upside down in the middle of the road. I stop my car, turn off the radio, and put it in park. People have gotten out of their cars and go to help the guy in the flipped car. Somehow no one got hurt and the police come to tow away all 3 vehicles involved and take statements. The person at the stop sign who had a van land on his car turned out to be another teenager and was calling his parents so they could come over and pick him up. I called my dad and explain the situation to him. I started with, “Dad I know how this is gonna sound, but it’s actually not my fault.” I told him about the Fast and Furious scene that just occurred and he came while the police and emergency responders questioned me. The paramedics determined I was fine and a police officer came to see my license and asked me what happened. Remember when I said I have a ticket as my acting license? Well that doesn’t help your case about how it isn’t your fault when giving that to a cop. My Dad shows up and within 15-20 minutes or so an officer comes over and tells us that the driver of the van is clearly at fault and that we can go. I was going out to get batteries so my Dad is far from happy he has to deal with insurance and repair costs for something so trivial. When we got home, batteries in hand, my little brother is already bothering me with details of the “incident”. I’ve told this story many more times since then, mostly because it’s so incredulous and best illustrates my driving talents.
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ReplyDeleteJuly 25th, 1998, the day I was born. Everyone thought I wasn’t going to make it, but some say it was a miracle. I was born two months before my actual due date. The doctors already were telling my parents how I was going to be a very small baby before I was even born and having an early birth, brought some drastic difficulties in chance of surviving. As if the early birth did not scare my mother enough, she also got the news that there weren’t any doctors available at the time or who can make it on time. My mother lived in a small town in Mexico before I was born and did not have enough time to go to the city where larger hospitals are located. All she had was a team of nurses and a CMN.
Finally, my mother was able to give birth. We were able to stabilize both our heart rates. Although the birth went well, they had to put me in an incubator for a couple of weeks until I could be able to breath on my own and I needed to me monitored closely. I can imagine how stressed everyone felt. For years my mother tells me this story over and over again and it is definitely a story a like to share with others.
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ReplyDeleteWhen I was 10 years old, my family was driving up to New York to visit family for Thanksgiving and I I was very excited because my uncle had organized a hunting trip for himself and my dad, and my dad promised me that if they get any deer they will let me see it. My dad had never been hunting before, and my uncle had been hunting already a few times earlier that week and gotten nothing, so I made sure not to set my expectations too high on them returning with a deer. They left very early in the morning, while I was still asleep, to go stake out their hunting spot and said they would return around noon. So when I woke up I just waited around, played with my younger cousins, and the such, until my mom got a call from my dad that he was coming to pick me up and bring me to my uncle's house.
I got in the car and we drove over to my uncle's house who was just a little down the road from where I was staying at my grandmothers. When we pulled into their long gravel driveway I could see up the road that their garage was open and very dark, with something hanging in it. My dad and I got out of the car and approached the garage, where I saw that the thing hanging was a deer’s body with its back turned to me, swaying from its hind legs. I was given permission to approach it and asked my uncle, who was sitting on the other side of the garage, now talking to my dad, if I was allowed to pet it and he said it was fine. I began to pet the deer’s back and walk slowly around it while I was listening in on the conversation between my dad and uncle. I was running my hand around it’s fur when suddenly I didn’t feel the fur and instead felt a wet and hard surface… I looked to where my hand had sunken into and saw that it was about elbow deep into the chest of the hanging deer, and that the deer had been open up and gutted from about the neck to the waist, with the organs being absent. I recoiled in terror as I realized I had just petted the ribs of a deer from the inside and ran over to my father for comfort, and to wipe off the blood from my hands.
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ReplyDeleteI was born in La Mesa, California premature and was small enough to fit in my dad’s hand or so I am told. Despite this I was quite a hand full and earned the nickname monkey because even before I was one I was started escaping my car seat, Causing heart palpitations by opening the car door on the freeway.Not to mention the plethora of other insane things that I am not even sure how I did them at such young age. my parents had gone through several car seats to find one that I could not get out of. since I was too young to understand the concept that I could get hurt by the things I was doing. My parents had even put a metal gate over my crib because if it was anything else I would escape. In short, I gave my parent LOTS of gray hair and anxiety.
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ReplyDeleteOnce upon a time, I decided to have a small group of friends over for pizza and Star Wars, and since my little brother doesn't like any of my friends, he left to go to his friends house for a sleepover. It wasn't until the same second that our pizza arrives that I get a call from him. He forgot his pillow and his meds at our house. So, all my friends and I, by the force of my Mom, had to drive to the other side of town to where my brother was, and since I hadn't been to the house before, I asked my brother for directions, and his response was, "It's the house on the corner that's made of brick". So, we depart for the other side of town, and we arrive at around where I think this house, and I pull up to a 4 way intersection. All for houses on the corners of the intersection were made of brick. So of course, all my friends and I walk up to each house and ask if the sleepover is there, and one of the families wasn't home but the other two families gave me weird looks and said no it must be the other house. So at the final house, we knock, my brother answers, and we give him his stuff and we go home, to our now cold pizza.
ReplyDeleteOnce Upon a Time, back when I was a wee lad, I helped or more liked stood by and watched as my older sister and cousin wrecked havoc upon my grandparents house. It doesn’t sound too exciting when I put it like that, but shall go into detail. It was a bright glorious morning or evening, I’m not quite sure, I wasn’t old enough to have any recollection of the whole ordeal, my dear mother told me the story so take your pick. I think it was a Saturday, or at least I hope it was a Saturday, that seems like a good day to lay waste someone’s house, but hey like I said “take your pick.” My grandparents are complete neat freaks, or at least my grandmother is. She has never had a job so all she does all day is clean, that’s her pass time I guess, everyone needs a hobby. My grandpa on the other hand is an easy going guy, who works as a mailman, and he likes to bodybuild, he’s like a rock. This particular day he had just finished putting in some new hardwood flooring and him and my grandmother decided to go out to eat.
ReplyDeleteIt was during this time, my mom and her sister were asked to wash the dishes and straighten up in the kitchen. My sister and my cousin who I should mention were both about 3 or 4 years old were in the living room which was around the corner from the kitchen and out of sight from any watchful eyes. All seemed to be going well while my mom and my aunt were cleaning the dishes. However their intense concentration was disrupted by the sound of 3 stomping noises followed by an even louder thud, and immediately followed by the sound of giggling. My mom and my aunt just looked at each other with bewilderment, as they listened to the repeating pattern of some stomping, a loud thud, and then laughter. My mom and my aunt then proceed to the living room where they see me sitting on the floor very nonchalant, and then their eyes pan over to my sister and my cousin who were standing next to each other covered in bubbles. The two knuckle heads, decided to pour soap all over my grandparents brand new hardwood floors and use the area as a slip n’ slide.
Once Upon a Time…
ReplyDeleteHe was the first child I met the day my family and I returned back to Los Niños Del Capitan with presents. Every year my family and I take a trip to Mexico where we visit an underprivileged school, but this particular year was a little different. As each grade level was heading out of their classrooms, the little boy came crawling out and wouldn’t walk over. This caught my attention very quickly because why would an energetic four year old, who could be running around, be crawling across a dusty walkway? After I handed the last child his gift, they all came running up to me and one by one each child gave me the tightest, most sincere hug I have ever received. Now the little boy just stayed in his chair and didn’t come over like the rest of the children did, which made me wonder even more. After, all of the children went back into their tiny classrooms that were made up of concrete walls; I asked the director why this little boy was acting so different. The director quickly told me that he had autism and children with disabilities cannot go to school because nobody knows how to work with those types of children.
Once again, the little boy caught my attention; he was sitting at a desk by himself while everyone else was sitting at tables. He was the only child who didn’t have any paper or a workbook or anything to even play with. I quickly got up and asked the teacher for paper, a crayon, eraser and a regular pencil, as I was being watched by everyone I walked over to the little boy and sat down on the floor. I handed him the piece of paper and the crayon and he just stared at it and then back at me. I was so perplexed on why he didn’t pick up the crayon and started coloring, that is when I picked it up myself and started drawing lines across the paper. His eyes quickly lit up when I handed him the crayon but once again he just stared at it. That’s when I grabbed his hand and started to draw shapes and lines all over the blank piece of paper as the smile on his face continued to grow. After ten more minutes of trying many different ways to teach this little boy how to hold his crayon and draw, he soon enough caught on and started drawing.